A Poem for You

When my children's Kent Quarterly (from their prep school) came this time, there was this beautiful poem published inside. I was so touched by it, and wanted to share it with you:

If Words Could Save Us

if words could save us (and they can,

my darling) i would whisper in the

chambers of your ears every wistful

sound (like the warblings of the wood

thrush) until (my wren) even the small

boys whose voices are like angels

would cry for more, and you (my swan)

would sigh like the sun setting behind

the ocean floor.

if touch could save us (and it does,

my dove), i would take the wounds

of time and touch them all until the

soul (my sweetness) shines with

all the light of God in the newness

of now. Healing is the only

language of love (my lamb) and

wherever i have touched, the tree

that grows will be blessed (my bliss)

and the fruit of that tree will be

life (my love) the fruit of that tree

will be life.

by Anthony Abbott

Class of '53

Everytime I read it, it just makes me want to cry with a feeling of the love and hope he expresses.

Just wanted to share with you all. Wouldn't even a part of this be wonderful on a sampler?

I want to thank those of you who are faithful friends and who continue to comment despite the fact that I have no pictures recently....camera issues.... :)

Hugs, Deb